User blog comment:Ferretmaiden/Wolf Pack/@comment-1366789-20110113155623

''*Foxglove walks over beside a stream and begins pawing thick clumps of moss. Kyte yawns and presses his nose on his paws and raises an eyebrow disbelievingly at Rhamkiir, remembering the fraudy old fortuneteller wolf who came to his former pack once.*''